Read our current issue, below. Read Light‘s poems of the week
by Susan McLean
thinks his election went
fine, on the whole.
isn’t his enemy.
Now we have learned that it’s
simply his goal.
by Mae Scanlan
The State Department’s sinking fast;
It has no sails, it has no mast.
It has no skipper, has no crew,
And no one knows just what to do.
It’s foundered since it left the docks;
Diplomacy is on the rocks.
Now all that’s bad, but here’s the chiller:
Soon, there’s going to be no Tiller.
by Scott Mahler
Judge Roy Moore,
Your excuses are simply a bore.
One thing is clear as your lies unravel:
You wanted to bang more than just your gavel.
by Chris O’Carroll
Frowns on corruption, we
Now come to learn.
This ain’t your grandfather’s
This Prince has money and
Cousins to burn.
by Phil Huffy
Matt Lauer pushed a button
to lock his office door.
Siri wouldn’t do it;
she’d heard it all before.